I feel like I have been on the defense for a crime I never committed....
Sentenced to life....
The conflict created in his head because of his insecurity
The betrayal as he told me he loved me and how beautiful he thought I was, was the part that killed me the most...
Maybe he couldn't bear to tell me he didn't want me like I wanted him....
He would hold me as I cried thinking it would end because he thought something that was false....
I hurt so bad thinking that he could tell me he loved me so much but believing I was betraying him....
I know he was betraying me with others and possibly using drugs also, yet I love him still....
Why though.....
I imagine our life together...